Date

/-Riley-/
I stare at him unable to speak. Why does he keep doing this to me?. It's so unfair to make me so breathless effortlessly. The paparazzi keep throwing questions but his guards make way for us.
Now where did they come from? I thought he came without them or were they in a different car? Dean and I ascend the stairs with camera lights flashing like we're celebrities. Of course Dean is.
Everything simply turns into a red carpet show as Dean and I walk through the door. I cling tightly to his arm to subdue the urge to disappear. All eyes are focused on us.
I force a smile as Dean leads me to a table. He greets a few people on his way and ignores the rest. He lets go and pulls his seat. I glare at his seated figure.
"Pull your seat, Barbie. You've got two hands" He rolls his eyes and I almost smack him. I pull my seat and relax a bit. Atleast I thought i was until others joined us.
"Glad you made it, Dean. You have a habit of ditching important functions for clubs" One of the men says. I think I've seen him on tv before. He's a businessman.
"What can I say? People change" He shrugs.
"Hello gorgeous" Another beside me grins, kissing my hand lightly. I can feel Dean's eyes on us but i ignore it.
"Nice to meet you. You don't look bad either" I smile.
"What's your name?" Another beside Dean asks. I almost laugh out at the look Dean gives him.
"Riley" I reply.
"The slut who bathed in pastries few days ago. She probably thinks she's queen of the world cause he made her his date" Tarina, a model, snorts. I stare at my feet feeling embarrassed.
"Yeah, a slut just for him. Atleast she isn't in your class of used pussies. I'd advise you mind your fuckin business and go find the father of your little bastard son. Nobody really gives a shit about you here" A familiar voice retorts and chuckles erupt. Isn't that Liam?
He pulls a sit and pours himself some wine.
"Liam? What are you doing here?" I ask.
"It's a party, Babe. What else is done there?" He shrugs and plants a kiss on my cheek .
"Alright I'll tell you later. I've got to go, my date's waiting" He winks and walks away. He has a date here? Before i can turn to find out who, someone takes my hand across the table.
"Tell me, what do i need to do to steal you from him?" He asks and I blush. He's very handsome. But not like my Dean. Maybe a little close. My cheeks heat at the comparison.
"How about I shoot you in the head and dump your body in the Pacific?" Dean snaps.
"Whoa...relax, man. I mean no shit" He chuckles.
"Bloody wanker" Dean mutters gulping his drink. He's adorable.
His eyes meet mine and he throws a glare. What did I do? He turns his face away to meet a bunch of ladies introducing themselves. I glare at them. I wish I could rip off those extensions and fake lashes then wash their make-up off with wine. I scoff and look away.
"He's not really your boyfriend, is he?" The first guy asks. I glance at Dean who's busy talking to the ladies. Is he my boyfriend? I don't think that describes someone who bought me off without my consent and had my parents sign the papers on my behalf. He's supposed to be my husband but he's not.
Not when he's flirting with other girls in my presence.
"Actually, Dean is...." I pause noticing all eyes on me. Dean wears a blank expression. It's payback time, isn't it?.
"Dean is nothing to me. He hopelessly needed a date and trust me, he paid a lot to have me seated here. He's not even my type" I say locking eyes with him.
"Really man?" Nick chuckles. Dean maintains his blank face.
"What could I have done when she was shamelessly throwing herself at me? I wouldn't stoop to have her cause she's way below my class so I had to settle for an easier way to rid the pest". With that, he leaves the table.
Tears cloud my vision as I digest his words. I was just messing with him and he got angry. Thankfully, there's silence on the table. I gather all the courage in me to walk away.
'I wouldn't stoop to have her cause she's way below my type' A tear slides down my cheek. I started it, right?. I wipe off the tear and walk out of the hotel. Dean's leaning against his car, smoking. I stop right infront of him.
"What was that about?" I ask.
"I dunno. Maybe you should answer " He scoffs puffing the smoke.
"You wouldn't stoop that low to have me? Maybe I should remind you that you stole the dignity of this lowlife before you".
"What's your fuckin point? It's even, isn't it?" He snaps.
"Yes, it's even. I'd like to end it all here" I say as a matter of factly.
"What's your fuckin problem? You think it's okay to hurt me when you feel like and when I do same, you throw a fit. You wanna end it, fine. Do your fuckin wish. I'm tired of begging you over and over. I won't apologise this time. I won't beg you. You know what, I quit" He yells and tries walking away but i pull him back and slam my lips against his.
He grants me entrance immediately and for a moment, i forget we're outside a hotel with the snooping press around. I pull away to catch my breath.
"When I said end it all, I meant the argument not us. You're gonna need a lot more than this to shake me off. You're not getting rid of me easily. You think it's funny to watch your date flirt with other girls before you?" I raise my voice.
"I wouldn't do that if those dicks could keep their compliments to themselves. Imagine the fucker asking how to steal you from me and you? You were blushing hard like a love stricken puppy because of that fuckin cunt. I'm the only one allowed to make you blush that hard" He raises his voice too and I remain quiet.
He puts the cancer stick in his mouth again, inhaling the smoke aggressively. Then he glances at me and something flashes. He reaches for my face.
"Have you been crying?" He asks suddenly. I move away from him.
"What are you talking about?" I feign innocence.
"Your eyes. There are thousands of unshed tears in them. Did you cry cause of what I said?" He asks worriedly. I chuckle nervously.
"Ofcourse not. I started it so why would I cry?". I avoid his eyes though I can feel them searching my face.
"I'm sorry but it's your fault. You got me so upset with the way you responded to him" He states and I chuckle.
"It's funny, huh? Laugh all you want" He rolls his eyes.
"You know, you're so adorable when you get grumpy, Alvin" I smile and he raises a brow.
"Alvin? Where did that come from?" He asks.
"I didn't ask where wifey, Barbie and Snow white came from, did I?".
"Of all the petnames in the world, you had to choose a chipmunk's for me" He groans.
"Yeah. That's what you sound like when you're mad. You squeak and squeak like a cute little chipmunk. Besides, I wasn't blushing cause of Nick" I say. He frowns and turns away. I walk in front of him and he looks away. I clasp my hands on his face and force him to look at me.
"I blushed cause of the comparison result in my head. You don't know how hot you are, Dean. I can't seem to find a match for you" I tell him and the scrowl on his face transforms into a seductive one.
"Really? You're not planning to replace me with your type?" He asks, sucking his lip anxiously, waiting for a reply.
"You're my type, Dean. Even more" I confess and he kisses me.
"So how about we try this date thing again?" He asks after we catch our breaths.
"Another dinner party?" I ask.
"An actual date, this time. No party, no people, no press, just me and you" He says and i smile.
"Okay".